Summer Island Kristin Hannah Novels & Stories

"What are you thinking about so deeply? You should get some sleep, you will be up and about in the morning," "Yeah, I know but I am not sleepy, can I ask you a question instead," "Sure, go ahead," She took a deep breath. "Do you think this island will get redemption? I don't know what's going on here but like Kristen, there are about eight babies in the hospital whose parents are unknown, I know there are gamblers are dealers here, I think it's the norm for an island, I don't know if I should say this but I think the women here are up to something, or should I say someone is putting them up for something, I don't get how almost every one of them was pregnant when we got here, like everyone a

I watched Isla sigh under her breath, “Hailey—” “Shut up, sis.” Hailey whispered in a hushed tone, eyes darting between the both of us and then she straightened up, tucking some invisible strands of pink hair behind her ear “You didn't tell me he was this hot. I mean… God, the pictures online are a crime.” A chuckle escaped my lips despite myself as I watched Isla shift uncomfortably, her cheeks coloring furiously. She wasn't enjoying this and it was quite obvious. She looked like she'd rather run away.

“What are you talking about, Isabella? Enough of this nonsense. Why are you even here?” Hannah seized the moment, her tone dripping with false innocence. “Isabella’s just being dramatic, Maxwell. She’s jealous of our love.” But I wouldn’t let her twist the truth any longer. “Love? This isn’t love, this is manipulation! You think I haven’t seen the way you look at him? You’re using him!” “Enough!” Maxwell shouted, and the intensity in his voice silenced us both. “Isabella, what are you trying to say?” I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “Hannah is planning to run off with your money. I have proof—”

“With the way you’re married to your job, I wonder if you even get orgasms from anything other than overworking. You keep canceling every vacation I plan for us.” “There was an important project.” “There’s always an important project.” She pointed at the bouquet. “The universe has spoken.” “I’ve heard enough about Ruin Island to know I don’t belong there. It’s a sex den, and you know it.” Anita’s smile widened. “You can spend your days doing whatever you want. Let your inhibitions run wild. And who says you can’t find love on the island?” She tilted my head toward her parents, Uncle Cameron and Luna Lisa.

From that day on, Edith barely left my side. She personally changed my bandages and gave me water. Her movements were clumsy, yet achingly tender. The psychologist, Ambrose Diaz, came multiple times. However, I remained silent, refusing to utter a single word. As for Lucille, she pulled every string she had and joined forces with Edith's people, launching a frantic investigation into everyone connected to Paradise Island. Those people had already planned to flee abroad to lay low, but they were all intercepted at the airport transit hub. The moment they were caught, just one look at Lucille was enough to make their legs go weak. They dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. Wails and fra

“Please find your seats and buckle up.” “Saved by the pilot.” I sigh, doing as I’m told. “This isn’t over.” Anthrose warns, taking a seat beside me. “Nowhere near.” “Yea, yeah.” Sighing, I turn my gaze out the window and take in the small island that is slowly growing bigger as we drop. I had to admit, it looked like any other island, and you would never know that it held such important secrets and such deadly traps. “Too bad,” I mutter. “Would make a good vacation spot.”

The only refuge he found to escape that fear, even for a moment, was in the middle of the ocean, swimming as far as he could, even though there were still limits he had to obey. Day by day, he swam through time, and the sight of fishermen at sea became familiar during his stay in Shira. No one knew when this place turned into a fishing town. Shira had so many types of fish, with an abundance so great that even tossing a line with a crumb of bread could catch a fat, hefty fish. It was a blessed spot ever since the Dylan family took over the land. It was monotonous and unchanging as the years passed and the seasons shifted. That's what Helbert thought about his whole life, believing he'd end u

My heart skipped. A wanted notice I had seen recently flashed through my mind. Damn it! Everett really set me up to die. I shut my eyes, forcing myself to think. An hour later, the bus finally rolled to a slow stop. Randall stood at the door with a megaphone, blocking the exit. "Alright, everyone. We're getting off to grab a bite, then we'll switch to the boat to head to the island." The comments exploded again. [Don't do it, Tina! This is your chance. Run now! Once you're on that island, it's over!!]

“I don’t know.” He took his phone out and handed it to me. “You do know. Call them.” “But. . .where is the island?” “Off the coast of Port Alfred, South Africa.” My jaw dropped. “It’s a bit far. I know.” “Sure. South Africa. Just a few miles away.” I gripped his phone. “I don’t know.” “Your friends will protect you.” “But, Xavier, Are you. . .” “What?” “Are you sure?”

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight